It's sad that I don't even have a photograph, nor can I find one of Mike.
Last Friday the police in Trenton pulled a young man's body out of the river. On Sunday, once they could rule out foul play, the man's name was announced, and many people were shocked.
I first met Mike about 15 years ago when I owned a local gas station and he kept applying for a job. At least once a month for about three years he would come in, ask to speak to me, and hand me an application. I never did hire him, but it never phased him, nor did it ever make him bitter towards me. In fact, we became friends.
I learned that his nickname was "Bike Mike" because he was always picking up scrap bicycles and working on them until they gleamed and were in perfect working order. You could always find him riding around town on one of his new creations. Almost everybody in Trenton knew him by sight, and many also knew him by name. He was developmentally challenged, but it never affected his outlook on life, he was usually smiling. He kept busy cutting grass, shovelling snow, helping friends with projects and finding the occasional job.
It was uncanny how often he would be riding by my house when I was doing yard work. He'd always offer to help.
I am sure that many people in town will have similar stories about Mike, he did get around. I'm sure a lot of people were touched by his gentle and persistent nature. He was only 30 when he passed away, and he will be greatly missed in Trenton.
R.I.P. Bike Mike.